This book has stories about little Bobby and me, along with numerous others, and some of the calls that we went on during the period of about thirteen years with the squad and away from it. I first met the mascot in June of 1955. At about 1963, when our lives took different paths, we drifted away from each other for the next forty-seven or so years, except for special occasions when we met up at certain functions, including many major calls of the later '60s and '70s, the riots in 1967, when Martin Luther King was killed, and the 14th Street Bridge plane crash in the Potomac